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Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,
Sweet is revenge
especially to women — George Gordon Byron

My advice to new artists is to embrace a broader concept of timelessness than vintage or retro. — Brandi Carlile

12 "Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, And caused the dawn to know its place, — Anonymous

Judge, Curtis is also Green and Ruxs' adopted son, but he belongs to me now," Genesis said, smugly. "I — A.E. Via

I don't know any celebrated people that register in a big way who aren't unique. — Claire Danes

Helping convene global stakeholders to establish a set of measurable, actionable and consensus-built goals focused on extreme poverty is invaluable. — Bill Gates

When you research prolific songwriters, it is usually later in their career they write songs that they distance themselves from, or it's about other people. — Paloma Faith

The really good stand up comedians can be angry but relatable, and they have interestingly humanizing personalities. Their observational skills are far greater than mine, so I'll just stick to reading lines off a page. — Kunal Nayyar

You may feel burdened by worry, fear, or doubt. To you and to all of us, I repeat a wonderful and certain truth: #God's light is real. It has the power to soften the sting of the deepest wound. It can illuminate the path before us and lead us through the darkest night into the promise of a new dawn. — Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Self-consciousness, however, does hinder the experience of the present. It is the one instrument that unplugs all the rest. So long as I lose myself in a tree, say, I can scent its leafy breath or estimate its board feet of lumber, I can draw its fruits or boil tea on its branches, and the tree stays tree. But the second I become aware of myself at any of these activities
looking over my own shoulder, as it were
the tree vanishes, uprooted from the spot and flung out of sight as if it had never grown. And time, which had flowed down into the tree bearing new revelations like floating leaves at ever moment, ceases. It dams, stills, stagnates. (Harper Perennial Edition 82) — Annie Dillard